Walking slow down the freeway Sarah says that it's not much further Kiss the sunlight on her face Let's say goodbye to this old and broken
Town where we fell in LOVE Dead end streets became a drug Held our voices like a prison cell But now we shout it from the rooftops
Say goodbye to your old friends Kicking down all the rusty fences Don't need much where we're going Just a little bit of LOVE to get us by
Goodbye, we're on our way You and I, we got it made Throw your gold into a wishing well And we'll be shouting from the rooftops
Oh, we are the kids that you never loved We are the ones that will never grow up We're just some kids from the west end
We are the kids, we are the kids We are the kids, we are the kids We are the kids, we are the kids And we'll be shouting from the rooftops
We are the voices you never heard We are the fire you never let burn We're just some kids from the west end
♥ EDDIE KASPBRAK ♥
Eddie was all the more delicate because he sometimes suspected he was not delicate at all; Eddie needed to be protected from his own dim intimations of possible bravery.
In many ways, he reminds them of Asriel: affectionate, loyal, fiercely dependent on others, and full of manifold vulnerabilities. He is quick to admit to weakness and his own personal failings, as though by preemptively referring to himself as a burden, that may rob the sting from anyone who seeks to use that against him. He knows his future, and there is only death and then casual erasure from collective memory, on top of it. He is intensely physically affectionate, but he is also one of the few people from whom they do not mind it, so much.
In many ways, he is not like Asriel. He is not naive. He knows what the world is like, and he knows that adults cannot be trusted. He has been hurt by those around him, by adults and parents who were meant to be safe and trustworthy, and has learned to close off his heart accordingly.
He is too much like them and too much like Asriel for Chara to push away, as is their initial instinct, nor can they accept his apparent death.
They refuse to see another child turn out like them.
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Walking slow down the freeway
Sarah says that it's not much further
Kiss the sunlight on her face
Let's say goodbye to this old and broken
Town where we fell in LOVE
Dead end streets became a drug
Held our voices like a prison cell
But now we shout it from the rooftops
Say goodbye to your old friends
Kicking down all the rusty fences
Don't need much where we're going
Just a little bit of LOVE to get us by
Goodbye, we're on our way
You and I, we got it made
Throw your gold into a wishing well
And we'll be shouting from the rooftops
Oh, we are the kids that you never loved
We are the ones that will never grow up
We're just some kids from the west end
We are the kids, we are the kids
We are the kids, we are the kids
We are the kids, we are the kids
And we'll be shouting from the rooftops
We are the voices you never heard
We are the fire you never let burn
We're just some kids from the west end
Eddie was all the more delicate because he sometimes suspected he was not delicate at all; Eddie needed to be protected from his own dim intimations of possible bravery.
In many ways, he is not like Asriel. He is not naive. He knows what the world is like, and he knows that adults cannot be trusted. He has been hurt by those around him, by adults and parents who were meant to be safe and trustworthy, and has learned to close off his heart accordingly.
He is too much like them and too much like Asriel for Chara to push away, as is their initial instinct, nor can they accept his apparent death.
They refuse to see another child turn out like them.